About the Christmas

Short and sweet.

We started Christmas day, lining up in the yard, 40 feet from the target,handguns in hand, four semiautos, one revolver, all emptying same on the count of three. My savage teenage granddaughter found her laser sight fails early on when the temperature’s -12 degrees.

Back inside, presents exchanged, wrapping strewn hither and beyond yon, My son & I downstairs brewing six gallons of nut brown ale, a four hour job plus cleanup, Christmas dinner cooking while strings and keyboards tuning upstairs.

Later at the groaning table, eat far too much and then much more.

The day after, cleaning, policing a rather great mess. Worth it all?

But of course, a resounding Yes!